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• Artiste: Blac Youngsta
• Titre: Old Friends
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Whip it again, whip it again My lil'niggas shoot the pan (x2) Old friend, old friend Man I miss my old friend (x2) Lamborghini, Ventador Man I miss my old rims Kick a door, hit the floor I came for you boyfriend You don't want a fucking smoke It gone be a war again I tote them big Glocks Shoot you in your organs Ride my nigga to the death And I'll ride my nigga to the death And my flag hang on the right And my bitch flag hang on the left My bitch crippin crippin crippin She been trippin trippin trippin I can't wait to lake kids of sleepin If they shake junt she shit skripin I gotta pay attantion Nigga just cut your friend It ain't gang banger If you don't know how to twist your finger All you rap niggas dead Imma go like Drake, Imma gonna start singin(ooh-ooh) If you cool with the Opps, nigga know Im just gonna spank em Beat the pussy like Flloyd yeah(x2) Imma ex lounch to Atlanta kick it with Mr.Ronalds They ??? lil'nigga love to tell They know that I've got good drug to sell They know that they bitch love to play They know that they bitch love to tell Whip it again, whip it again My lil'niggas shoot the pan (x2) Old friend, old friend Man I miss my old friend (x2) You don't want a fucking smoke It gone be a war again I tote them big Glocks Shoot you in your organs Why you pull me over-cuz' you black (What) Why my aunty ???- cuz' she crashed up Why you cut this shit out -cuz' it's wet I don't like when a nigga stand behind my back-bodered me You wanna go hit with the Mac- yeah I just cought another flag-yeah This my third year going in Imma do another lap (gang gang) Donald Trump fuckin' on everythang This nigga need to go get slapped Be careful how you throw up at California Man that terrified you for a strap-foreal Whip it again, whip it again My lil'niggas shoot the pan (x2) Old friend, old friend Man I miss my old friend (x2) Lamborghini, Ventador Man I miss my old rims Kick a door, hit the floor I came for you boyfriend You don't want a fucking smoke It gone be a war again I tote them big Glocks Shoot you in your organs